69 Things 2Do B4 U Die - Episode 14

The first thing she did was place her hands on my hips and hold me still. Then she sank down until her lips met mine. She took her time. Each stroke of her tongue was deliberate, slow. She kept me exactly where she wanted me and I let her. I watched her eyes, half-closed, lashes dark against her skin, until she pulled back with a soft, wet sound and smiled like she already knew what came next. She moved me onto my hands and knees and climbed behind me. The bottle clicked open. Cool liquid ran down the small of my back, then lower. Two of her fingers slid inside without any hurry, stretching me open while her other hand held my shoulder. She curled those fingers once, twice, finding the spot that made my arms shake. Then three. My breathing changed. She waited until I pushed back against her hand before she reached for the harness. The strap slid into place between her thighs. She pressed the head against me, waited one breath, then drove in. The stretch was thick, steady. She stayed deep for a moment, letting me adjust, then began to move in long, even strokes that made the bedframe knock softly against the wall. Every thrust pushed a small sound out of me that I couldn’t swallow back. She answered each one with her own low voice, telling me exactly how I felt around her, how tight, how wet, how good. She reached around and took my cock in her fist, stroking in time with her hips. Her rhythm never broke. Sweat gathered between my shoulder blades. I came hard, spilling over her fingers while she stayed buried to the hilt. She didn’t pull out until the last pulse faded. When she did, she kissed the back of my neck once, almost polite, and told me I could check that one off the list.